The Diary

Chapter 2

Draco returned back to the compartment and tried to shake off this weird feeling that he had. Ugh.

He had picked up some food for Pansy and Blaise as a peace offering since he exploded at them earlier. But he swore if they brought up Potter again they would be receiving a hex instead.

"Here I got you something," he said thrusting a sugar quill, and some drooble's at Pansy.

"Thanks!" Pansy said popping a drooble in her mouth.

"You're a twat, and you don't deserve it but whatever," Draco said giving Blaise his.

"I know you don't mean that because you got my favorite," Pansy laughed as she chomped on her chewing gum.

Draco gave a slight eye roll and ignored her, but a smile was clearly visible.

"Here, some more licorice wands," Draco said "Oh and a pumpkin juice."

"Thanks mate!" Blaise said. "Oh and by the way that diary of yours-"

Draco cut him off with a glare.

"Sorry I mean journal," Blaise continued "anyway it's bloody terrifying. I tried to open it and the snake in the middle went for me. Just straight up tried to bite me. You can be sure nobody is getting in there, that you can be sure of."

For the rest of the ride Pansy sat in amongst several editions of 'Witch Weekly' and seemed to change positions every 10 minutes. She would occasionally ask Draco his opinion on the latest quidditch stars (mainly if they were hot or not), or on a yule ball dress, or on accessories for her wand. Draco would respond with vague answers such as 'yeah' 'ugly' or 'alright looking', as he had his nose far into a copy of Shakespeare's 'Macbeth'. Even though it was muggle literature he believed that anyone could benefit from a good bit of Shakespeare. It helped sharpen the mind. As for Blaise he had a battered copy of 'Stick It' magazine, a magazine that was composed of scantily clad witches posing with expensive brooms, hidden behind a spanking new copy of 'Quidditch Quarterly.' Unfortunately for him when he had fallen asleep the magazines had fallen forward revealing to his friends what he was actually smirking at while reading.

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At dinner Draco was distracted he couldn't stop looking for that girl he saw on the train. He didn't know why, but she was annoying him. She wasn't hard to find as Potter was staring wistfully at her. Draco followed his eyes over to the Ravenclaw table where he saw her sitting.

"Okay she's in Ravenclaw, that's a start," Draco whispered to himself.

"What?," Pansy asked.

"Nothing..."

"Fine, whatever."

Draco looked back at Harry. He had the same dopey expression on his face as he did earlier on the train Draco thought. Oh god if this is what crushes do to you he never wanted to have one. The Ravenclaw bitch must have done something, because Potter proceeded to spill the entire sip of pumpkin juice he had just taken out of his mouth and into his lap. What a numpty. Draco's brain was so occupied with Potter and the ravenbitch that he almost jumped out of his skin when the Durmstrang lads came marching into the hall.

"You alright mate?" Blaise asked him. "You seem a little, I don't know, away with it."

"No, I'm fine, I suppose I'm just tired from the journey over here."

"Okay well that should wake you up," Blaise said gesturing to the girls of Beauxbaton as they performed their little dance down the middle of the great hall.

"For Merlin's sake, can you stop being such a perv Blaise," Draco gave him a shove.

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Back in the common room Pansy was more hyper than usual. Which is saying something.

"Come on Draco," she whined, "stay up and hang out with us."

"No I'm beat. I need to go to bed."

"You're no fun," Pansy said giving him a shove, "we were going to play truth or dare."

"Then I'll definitely pass," Draco said.

He hated truth or dare. He had always wondered what sick minded person had came up with that game.

Draco retreated to his dormitory. No surprise Blaise's side was already a mess, he had half unpacked his trunk and left clothes strewn all over the room. Draco sighed and pushed all of the belongings that were not his to Blaise's side. He then began to organize his own things. He opened his black leather trunk, and took out his crisply folded clothes and proceeded to put them into his chest or drawers. He picked out some clothes for the next day. He placed his uniform on the dark mahogany bench at the foot of his bed, meticulously folding them so as not to wrinkle them. He put his 2 bottles of hair gel, his silver comb, his favorite books, and his diary on top of the dresser next to the mirror, adjusting everything to make it all straight. He exhaled. He hated a messy room.

Draco headed into the bathroom that was attached to their room, he ran his hands through his hair taking away the plasticy look the gel had given it. He glanced in the mirror and saw the dark circles under his eyes, wow he looked bad. He quickly brushed his teeth and slipped into his pajamas. He got into bed instantly feeling better with the feather duvet wrapped around him. He pulled the thick green velvet curtains around him, he didn't feel like being woken by a noisy Blaise and the curtains created a rather nice sound barrier. As soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.

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Draco's bare feet padded along the cold stone of the hallways.

"Lumos."

He held his wand close to him so the bright light didn't wake any of the paintings, but he could only see about a foot in front of him. He heard a muffled giggle.

"Ssshh," a boy's voice whispered "someone's gonna hear us."

Draco knew that he should not interfere with whoever was talking if he didn't want to get caught but his curiosity took over. He stood, his back flat against the wall, next to a door where a yellow light spilled out. He peeped his head around the door and saw two figures cuddled disgustingly close in front of a fire. They were talking. The girl leant closer. Draco did the only thing he could think of. He dropped his wand onto the ground, the clattering sound caused both figures to snap their heads around.

It was Potter and the Ravenbitch.

"What are you doing!!!!" The girl screeched. "Stop watching us you creep."

Harry raised his wand and sent and angry jinx his way.

"Get out!" He yelled. "God Pansy was right you ARE obsessed with me."

Suddenly the girl's head turned into a pumpkin and fell to the ground and broke open, getting pumpkin insides all over Draco.

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His eyes snapped open. He was drenched in sweat. What in Merlin's left kneecap was that? What kind of drugs was he on? That pumpkin was bloody terrifying! And why was he dreaming about Potter? It's not like he was obsessed with him or anything.